Travelogue With My Guddu - Part 3

After the two crazy days at Chitkul it was time for me to move further up the Himalayas. There was a bus to Reckong Peo at 0600 hours. I was ready with Guddu at 0500 hours at Chitkul bus stand, but to my disappointment, that bus was cancelled for the day. I was looking for other options like shared cabs which I could not find. I decided to hitch hike, I asked few tourists and their reply was a straight no. I was waiting with a hope and a TT came to a halt in front of me. Oh I exclaimed, it was Ojus, Geetha and their Vietnam gang. I was very happy to meet them again. To my luck they were also heading to Reckong Peo, they offered me to join them. But there was no seat, they were sweet enough to adjust.

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I got in and we started our journey towards Reckong Peo. Me and Geetha shared a seat for some time after which I sat down with my Guddu. Then our Punjab Ka Sher, Gulab Singh Bhaiyya asked me about my journey so far. Gulab Singh Bhaiyya was the TT owner cum driver cum caretaker, that’s how he introduces himself. Such a jolly going person he was, he was very happy to know that I was travelling solo, with so much excitement he listened to my experiences so far. He said that his wife also had this dream of travelling solo but she could never get that courage. I felt very happy about Gulab Singh for all the support he gives to his wife. In the place where wives are treated as mere caretakers, he has supported her in achieving most of her dreams. He says, “I want to inspire my wife, I want to stand by her and see her achieve her dreams”. I told him that he is doing the right thing which most of the men doesn’t. Then our talks drifted, Geetha shared how she met Ojus and how she got inspired by him and took up meditation. Geetha was a Software engineer, after working for 5 years in corporate she decided to quit and go back to her home town. She took up teaching as her profession and mediation as her way of life. There were 10 meditation students from Vietnam, even though they did not understand English much, they were sweet enough to accept me as part of their group. We all had a very good time. It was time for lunch, we stopped at Sangla and explored a bit of the place and started again.

Our Punjab Ka Sher was singing a Punjabi song and I must say he has an amazing voice. I asked him to translate that into English which he tried. We all four ended up in peals of laughter at his bad translation. We drove leaving behind those perfect landscapes. We reached Peo around 1800 hours and it was raining. The group had a plan of staying at Ojus’s friend’s house for two days and then further go to Kalpa. I wanted to continue my journey to Kaza, but there was only one bus to Kaza which leaves at 0530 hours every morning. So I had to stay at Reckong Peo for the night. Geetha forced me to stay with them, I was little hesitant. But later I decided to stay with them. Ojus’s friend was a local Kinnauri, his name fascinated me. He was named Manglu because he was born on Tuesday..!! His house was on a little hill which we had to climb.

Me, Geetha and Manglu were sitting on the roof and enjoying the sunset. We were sharing our travel stories, Manglu was an avid traveler. He rolled a joint, lighted it and took a long drag and gasped, This is life. Me and Geetha say each other’s face and grinned. Out of the blue, Geetha said Travel needs a lot of money..! Manglu pointed at me, and said neither of us are rich or employed but look at us how far we have travelled, it is just the consequences of our life choices. This put all three of us in deep thought. Manglu cracked a joke to make the moment light.! And the Sun went down in the layers of mountains leaving behind the darkness.

When we entered the house, we heard the vessels crinkle from the kitchen. All the 10 were inside the kitchen trying to cook. Geetha winked at me “Vietnamese cuisine for dinner today”.
We all sat down in a circle for dinner, I could only see colourful veggies and a black coloured liquid. Ojus explained me the food. Food is a very important part of our well-being, you become what you eat. Once all of us had understood this, we all turned Vegans. So this is your dinner for today. They served me some colorful bland veggies and some brown rice with a bowl of black coloured liquid and a pair of chopsticks. I said I have never tried eating with chopsticks. Geetha giggled, Try it now baby this is your day. I smiled at her and tried eating with the chopsticks for the first ever time in my life..! It was one mysterious dinner..

Dinner Time..!!

They all sat to meditate before sleeping, I joined them. Ojus explained me the basics. After which Manglu was kind enough to give his room to me and Geetha. I had to leave home at 0400 hours in the morning to catch the bus to Kaza, so I thanked everyone for all the help they did. Geetha said, “You are one crazy soul, your travel stories are so inspiring. Hope someday I get the courage to travel like you.! Keep travelling..” And then we all called it a day.

Next morning alarm rang at 0330 hours, I could not get up from my hypnotized sleep. And suddenly when I woke up, it was 0405 already. Like a panic stricken child I ran around gathering my things. It was 0420 hours when I left. Bus stand was a bit far, I was walking on the empty street. It was raining and dark because of the clouds. I hitch hiked till the bus stand. I was very late, it was 0445 hours and the bus was to leave at 0500 hours. My bad luck, the bus was already full. The guy at the enquiry suggested me to try shared cabs. I came out of the bus stand and was standing in a corner thinking. A guy came running towards me, I wondered why he was running towards this corner. He passed over me to fill water from the tap behind me. I asked him where can I find shared cabs. He then asked where I am heading to, I said Kaza. To which he replied that he also was heading to Kaza in a shared cab and there is one last seat left. I screamed I will come. It was a 8+1 seater vehicle. I was lucky enough to get that last seat.

Road to Kaza..!

Let me introduce the other 7 people for you, the handsome guy who ran for water was Hamdaan, he was from Kerala, just out of college travelling solo from the last 4 days. An old couple in their 70s who were the locals of Reckong Peo travelling to Kaza to meet their daughter. One quite guy who never spoke anything except his name when asked. Neelam, short pretty girl, dance teacher from Delhi. Tenzing, a local from mudh village. The last one, was a drunk guy who was not in his consciousness, when I asked him what his name was, he replied he wants to eat paratha for dinner. We never spoke to him after this.

It was a memorable journey, the never ending barren mountains, hundreds of bridges with prayer flags fluttering loud and colorful, the constant sight of the Spiti river that flowed rigorously, and that little drizzle added so much beauty to the journey. Then we stopped for breakfast. We could see a helipad near by, me Neelam and Tenzing ran towards the helipad, and the time we spent there connected us so well. After a little while we could see our driver bhaiyya calling out at us.

View Point next to the helipad.!

Neelam had this dream of dancing on the mountain road, me and Tenzing said we will join too. Neelam taught us some moves, Like crazy little kids we three danced on the road as the vehicle came slowly behind us. Hamdaan sat in the vehicle giggling at us. A few bikers passed us, they gave us a weird astonishing look. Within a short time we three were tired and got back into the vehicle.
We reached Kaza around 1800 hours after a crazily amazing journey. Neelam had booked a homestay in advance. Me and Hamdaan had not booked any stay, Tenzing took us to his friend’s homestay where we got a dorm bed for Rs.200, after which Tenzing left for his village, he said he will come to meet us day after tomorrow.

Mountain Chill.!

After resting for a while Me and Hamdaan came out to explore the market area a little bit, Neelam joined us. Kaza market is a nice place with some cool cafes, bakeries and so much stuff to shop. The temperature started to dip and we chose a café for dinner. I will tell you a secret here, there is a German Bakery in the Market road where they give all those yummy croissants and breads for 50% price after 9pm, so we treated ourselves with some yummy chocolate croissants.! 😍

To be continued

Travelogue With My Guddu - Part 2

Till Here: A girl embarked on her dream trip........And into two days of journey

My tired mind had dozed off to a dreamy sleep, the bus came to a sudden halt, which I felt like someone had pushed me with all the force in their body, I woke up with a stir, it was still dark outside and the bus had reached its destination for the day. I got down with my guddu, it was written in bold “HRTC Bus Stand, Reckong Peo” (HRTC stands for Himachal Road Transport Corporation) This was like a main bus hub for Spiti valley being the administrative capital for one of the least populated district – Kinnaur. From here on I did not have a plan in place. I was looking at the map and decided to go to Chitkul, I had heard a lot about this pretty little village and wanted to stay there for a day. Since it was early morning I could not find anyone at the enquiry, there was a timetable on the wall which said there is a bus at 0930 hours. I found myself a seat in the bus stand and was dozing off slowly. As the light start spreading, I could see snow covered peaks from the bus stand windows. I walked outside, the chill of the mountains hit my face, the sight made me overwhelmed and tears started flowing involuntarily, I could not control that emotional slash of the moment. I calmed myself, my little tummy started screaming for food, I went around the bus stand, there were no shops open, came back to the bus stand canteen, Same paratha greeted me which I was eating from two days..!

Time Table In Reckong Peo Bus Stand

As I had mentioned earlier one has to take ticket a bit in advance to get a seat. I was told by the canteen daada to ask for a right side window seat which I got with a little struggle, he did not tell the reason though. To be honest, deciding to travel the Spiti circuit by HRTC local busses is one adventurous decision. One amazing thing that I liked about HRTC is that there is a lot of concessions for different categories, for women there is 25 % straight discount on the ticket fare for all the ordinary intra-state buses, motivation to travel right..!?! One of their ways of empowering women I call this as..!

The Beautiful View of the Reckong Peo Bus Stand

The bus started sharp at 0930 hours. Now I understood why canteen dada had recommended right side seat, the view to the right side is spellbinding, the lush green valleys, lined by picture perfect villages, baspa river flowing amidst the pine and deodhar forests, snow-capped peaks, such a delight to the eyes..! The road to Chitkul is one of the toughest stretches I have ever travelled. Impregnated with high and sharp ascends, hairpin bends, definitely not for the faint hearted. It took around 6 hours to cover just 46 kms, most of the turns made my heart skip a beat every single time. Such adventurous and treacherous mountain roads, the bus drivers in this part of Himachal are amazingly skilled, I said to Guddu.

Views from the Bus window

I was enjoying the views and talking to a friend on phone with the excitement of being in the mountains in my mother tongue with all the confidence that people around would not understand the language, to my surprise once the call ended someone tapped me from behind, a pretty girl in her late twenties, she asked me if I was from Karnataka, I jumped up from my seat screaming a loud yesssss..! Hi, naanu Meena antha (My name is Meena) she said with a strong female voice, she turned her eyes towards the girl next to her and further said, ivlu nan friend Priyanka antha, naavibru ottige travel madta idivi, bangalore navru (She is my friend Priyanka, we are travelling together, we are from Bangalore) Our native language gave us an instant connection. As we three girls were in the introduction phase, the bus came to a halt. We had reached our destination for the day.
I picked up Guddu and got down. Waiting for next ten minutes, curious I peeped inside, Priyanka was breathing heavily, understood they required help. I helped them with their bags to get down and found a place to sit for Priyanka. Meena was a very shy girl and this was her first trip with a friend, and she was scared as Priyanka was sick. I spoke to the locals and found a Government clinic and we took Priyanka there, doctor gave her some colourful injection and she was little better after a while. They had booked a homestay beforehand to which we walked. They asked me about my stay, I said I have not booked anything as I was on an unplanned trip to which they both gave me a bewildered look. Priyanka said stay with us today, this way I can tell you my thanks for all the help you did. I agreed for it, we found a place to fill our empty tummies. Later on they both decided to sleep and I decided to explore a bit of the place.

Views from the Bus window

Let me give a small brief about the place. Chitkul is a small hamlet on the Indo-tibetian border, looks and feels like a paradise, enchantingly surreal landscape, surrounded by snow covered Kinner-Kailash ranges, Baspa River flowing in all its glory, dense forest cover ornamented by deodar and apple trees, and small little houses with wooden plank roofs. Another best part is there is absolutely no network here, no ATM, no Petrol pump. Situated in the Kinnaur district of Himachal, at an altitude of 11,319 feet above sea level (3450 m) and is the last Indian inhabited village with around a population of 600 souls. The Indian roads end here!! The place remains snow covered and cut off from rest of the world for most part of the winter season and is indeed very cold almost all of the year. The Indo-Tibet border is approximately 90 KMs from the Chitkul village. However, no civilian movement is allowed beyond Chitkul, which is why it is famously known as the last village before the Indo-Tibet Border. The area beyond the village is in control of the Indo-Tibet Border Police.

The LOC.!

As I was exploring the village I saw Zostel*, I decided to stay for another day, and to my luck there was a bed available for the next day. I went down to the river and started walking, I found three kids playing, with all their childish innocence they flashed some pretty smiles at me. After some quick introduction they became my tour guide for the day  they took me around the village, the very famous Matha Devi temple, post office, finally their homes, and ended up in a playground where I met more kids who were playing volleyball with a rope tied considered as the net.

The Beautiful Matha Devi Temple.!

As a little girl I had fallen in love with volleyball, and so I could not resist playing a game with these pretty kids. After a tiring game I gave some chocolates to the kids, the Sun had already bid bye for the day. I had to return to the homestay. I told my thanks and bid good bye to the kids, my tour guides were actually disappointed with me going back, one kid in her sweet voice told, “Didi aap mere ghar mey sojao na iss raat ko, mera maa bahut khoob rajma aur aloo banati hey” (Sister, you can sleep at my house for the night, my mom cooks nice kidney beans and potatoes) My heart melted for those words, such warm pure hearted kids. But then I had a thought it is not fair for me to stay. I promised to meet them tomorrow at the same spot and left with a heavy heart.

The Pahadi Kids whom I met.!

Clock showed 2130 hours as I entered the room. Both Meena and Priyanka looked fresh after their nap, though Priyanka still looked tired. Me and Meena went out for dinner and packed some food for Priyanka. After 68 hours I had a bed to sleep, yes I was continuously travelling for almost three days. As we lay on our bodies under the cozy blankets we exchanged our life stories, travel tales, laughed at our funny encounters and slowly escaped into a deep slumber as though I was hypnotized.

The Beautiful Baspa River.

I woke up before the alarm to witness those first rays of the Sun, we had a plan of trekking up to the last point of LOC, Nagsati ITBP camp (Indo-Tibetian Border Police). Priyanka was feeling better and decided to join us. As I had a reservation in Zostel for the day, I picked guddu and dropped him at the Zostel.

The Zostel.!

I could see those kids whom I had met yesterday at the same place, I ran down the hill and the kids jumped on me, I felt so much loved..! I was running around with these kids, when Meena and Priyanka joined. We all trekked up to the ITPB chatting, shouting, and singing. It was lunch time when we returned. Kids suggested we will go to “Hindustan ka akhri dhaba”. The views from this dhaba is something one can sit and stare for a whole day. After filling our tummies, our tired bodies was craving for some rest, we decided to rest for a while. We gave some more chocolates to the kids who took it with so much joy, with a heavy heart again I had to bid good bye to the kids.

The famous "Hindustan Ki Aakhri Dhaba".!

After a power nap I walked down to the Baspa River to chill out. I was sitting on the bank and enjoying that solitude. I could see a pretty bridge, I walked upto it, crossed the bridge. Little paradise was awaiting there. Those moments re-awakened my soul. I sat there for hours just mulling about life and feeling how inconsequential my daily life issues were. Just staring at those snow covered peaks filled so much joy in me. The non-existant clouds of the afternoon had decided to come with a vengeance in the evening creating beautiful patterns in the sky and the temperature dropped suddenly, It was freezing. I felt an urge to listen to some songs, I was playing a kannada song in my mobile and suddenly out of nowhere I heard a girl’s voice, Kannada Kannada she screamed. With a glint in her eyes, she asked if I was from Karnataka to which I said yes. She was Geetha from Bijapur, she was with her friend Ojus who was a meditation master practicing in Vietnam. I understood that they were on a “Himalayan Retreat” trip for 20 days with a group of meditation students from Vietnam. It is always delightful to meet people from your state when you are travelling outside, we spoke for a bit and I returned to Zostel.

Beautiful Chitkul.! 💓

I slept early as I had to take the early morning bus back to Reckong Peo. I woke up with a strange feeling all of a sudden, mobile showed 0030 hours, the weather outside was crazily freezing, and something inside me urged me to go out, me being a curious and restless soul decided to follow my instincts.  And there, I was walking alone on the banks of a gushing river with my mobile flash light, the temperature dipped even more and to my surprise it started to rain, I was not even wearing a jacket. I started to shiver in the cold, decided to walk back and something magical happened. It started snowing, I pinched myself to believe it. My joy knew no bounds, feeling the fresh snow on my body post-midnight was something I had not even dreamt off. That mountain chill, fresh snow, mighty Himalayas staring down at me, gushing river, magic of the place and myself…………!!!!!! Fantasies do come true indeed I said myself..!!  I walked back to Zostel feeling ecstatic..! I could not sleep properly after this..!

To be continued……..!!

*Zostel - Zostel is one of the largest network of backpackers' hostels founded in India, and one of the country's first. The chain of hostels has presence across 36 locations in India and Nepal

Travelouge With My Guddu - Part 1

And the alarm rang at 3:00 am, though I knew I would not sleep the whole night “Day-dreaming” of “MY Dream Trip” I had kept alarm anyways just in case to wake me up on time so that I would not miss my bus to the airport.!

I had quit my 5 year old corporate job, and decided to embark on this journey. As I had earlier mentioned I always had dreamt of travelling with no plan, absolute unplanned trip, and so I had only booked flight from Bangalore to Delhi, rest left to the days to come..!

A Girl travelling Solo Unplanned is still seen as a difficult thing to do in India due to obvious reasons, but trust me the excitement it gives is worth the risk. There is a thrill in the unknown, not knowing where you are headed, making decisions in the spur of the moment and landing up in magical places..! I was completely with an open mind, ready for all the pleasant and unpleasant surprises this trip would throw at me..!

My backpack (Lets call him Guddu from now) seemed as excited as me to get out of the house, the clock on the wall ticked 4:00 and it was time for me and Guddu to leave, my excitement bid bye to the house and its members in a minute and I started looking for an auto, we Bangaloreans know how difficult it is to find autos, the bus stand was only 2 kms away from my place and it was early morning, they had all reasons to not come. The uncertainties of an unplanned trip started right here, I was left with only one option, walking to majestic bus stand, I walked with Guddu all the way day dreaming of the Himalayas, found a Volvo bus which would start at 5:00 am, I thought this is perfect and boarded that bus. I was so very happy to see the empty streets of Bangalore, we all know the traffic of our city, as it was early morning and the hustle bustle of the city had not yet started, bus driver drove the bus in all the josh singing and enjoying the drive, and we all reached the airport in just 50 minutes..!

All excited I went into the airport, checked in Guddu. I could see a long long queue in the security check, I wonder why we humans do not have wings instead of legs, we could have skipped all these when we travel, harsh reality I had to wait for an hour for the security clearance, I was walking towards the entry gates, I could hear, “This is the final boarding call for Ms.Chaitra travelling to Delhi on flight number 6E-2228. I paced up my speed, I was the last one to board, the bus was waiting for me, the other 5 people in the bus gave a cold stare at me, I wanted to tell them It was not my mistake of humans not having wings.! :p Anyways I felt privileged for being the last one to board, all eyes at me..! Yes this is how my journey started, I told myself wait for more surprises to hit..!

Maybe the pilot was in a good mood, the flight had a very smooth take off, the visuals I saw after that was surreal, the plane was zooming on the sea of clouds, I just felt like jumping out of the flight and grabbing one of those cloud masses..! I said myself, calm down girl..! We flew 2000 plus kms in 2 hours and finally time to land, this time pilot’s mood had changed maybe, the landing was too scary..!

The Magical Sight from the flight window.!

Finally I was in Delhi, very near to my fantasy land. Picked up guddu from the luggage belt, I knew I should go to Himalayas, had a very vague idea about the further path.! As I had done Kashmir & Ladakh in full and was not intending to step into north east yet, I was left with either Himachal Pradesh or Uttarakhand, I had chosen Himachal Pradesh..! I found a nice seat in one corner to sit and decide the further path.

I had three to four weeks with a minimal budget, and had vaguely one state to explore.. I decided to start with Shimla. I was at the Old Delhi Railway station in the next one hour. After a few enquires got to know there is a night train from Delhi to Kalka and I could further take toy train from Kalka to Shimla. I left my Guddu to take a nap in the cloak room and started roaming around the streets of Delhi, travelling in Delhi metro, rickshaws and tut-tuks is an experience in itself, taking in the charm of Jaama masjid, exploring the colorful narrow streets of Chandni chowk, never realized how the time passed. It was evening, I had to head back for the train, and then my tummy started calling out for food, I made my way to the paratewale galli, people around were talking that this is Virat Kohli’s favorite place to eat..! But I didn’t expect Kohli to come that day as I was excited about my own journey..! 😛

Lovely sight of the Masjid

Reached railway station, picked up guddu, and the train arrived, typical Indian train, it was filled to brim..! As this was unplanned I could not make a reservation, the general compartments did not even have space for a small puppy, it was jam packed..! Now what to do Chaitra, get into the reserved compartment I told myself, This compartment was no less crowded, I made way through the infinite number of people trying to get in, made myself a small place on the foot board of the train, yes there was no other place left..!

Colorful displays of Chandini Chowk

Train started to move, I was holding guddu tightly and was slightly dozing off and the tadaaaaa a thunder storm woke me up from my slumber.. Yes it was lightning and thundering. Never even in my dreams had I thought I would experience such moments, yes it was like a fairy tale to watch those lightning striking  the sky from a moving train sitting on the foot board..! Those were the most gorgeous lightning I have ever seen in my life., pitch black sky and those beautiful white electric lines striking .. A night journey worth to remember..!

Next day morning around 04:00 hrs the train reached Chandigarh, and all the people except for a handful got down, finally got a proper seat to sit for another 2 hours. I was half asleep, somewhere after 20 minutes or so it started to move and again halted after ten minutes, a guy came into the compartment and switched off the power supply, me and the other 6 people in the compartment were puzzled at this and asked him why he was doing so, and the answer he gave, “Arey aa compartment toh yaha kaat gaya, baaki train Kalka chal gaya, Roj aisa hee hota hey”.. I was like what the hell just happened, I had no idea that compartments would get divided like this in middle. I asked the same guy what to do now, he asked me to get down and walk to the Chandigarh railway station and take the next train to Kalka..! Such a bad day I thought, and walked to the station half asleep..! The next train arrived and to my luck it was more crowded than the previous one, why is India so much populated I asked myself, with no answer I got into the train, became one among the infinite passengers in the train.!

Finally the train came to a screeching halt at Kalka, I liked the Kalka station, it was a small pretty and clean railway station with European architecture..! Enquiry counter was empty, I waited there and understood that the next toy train (Kalka-Shimla Himalayan Queen) was at 12:30 hrs, bought myself a general ticket and further waited for the train to arrive..!

Kalka-Shimla toy train journey is an experience in itself, it was a pretty little toy train with big windows, the general compartment was full as usual, I waited for the train to move and got into the reserved compartment and sat on the foot board again..! This was a very small compartment with some 50 odd seats and all the of it was occupied.. I silently sat on the foot board, there were two other travelers (lost souls like me) in the compartment standing and they were looking at me amazed.. What connected us was the “Paper Boat” juice we all had in our hands 😍 We instantly became friends for the journey..

Paper Boat in Train.!

The UNESCO World Heritage listed train started to chug up the hills leaving behind many picture perfect landscapes and the smoke of the coal, first sightings of the Himalayan foothills made me shout out with joy..! The sheer beauty of the ~ 100 km stretch will leave you wanting for more - total of 103 tunnels, 864 bridges, and 919 curves, the sharpest being 48⁰, all serve the 2’6” track connecting the summer capital to the plains below..! It is a celebration of slow travel indeed. Hours passed by as the gentle rocking of the coaches took me into time immemorial..! Me and my two newly found friends were shouting inside every single tunnel, as the tunnel echoed our voices, the silence just after that, the water that dribbled inside the tunnels, the bridges that passed, the constant sight of the hills etched a permanent memory in my heart..!

The curves.!

The Train was delayed by an hour, it reached Shimla at 6:30 pm and guess what I had to catch the bus from Shimla to Reckong Peo at 6:30 pm (Yes forgot to say this earlier, I had decided to enter the Majestic Spiti Valley from Shimla and had booked a ticket to Reckong Peo online in the afternoon) I had to run from the railway station, thankfully I had the HRTC Enquiry number to which I called and confirmed that the bus was late by ten minutes. Finally boarded the bus, And yet again I could see the entire population here, as I had a reservation I got a seat to sit..! I understood that Himachal buses, especially in the Spiti Valley stretch are extremely crowded, as there will be only one bus to a particular place in a day, and all the locals depend on this one bus for their daily commutes between the villages. So I told myself – for the rest of the trip, come to the bus stand early, stand in the queue and take the ticket so that there is a chance of getting a seat to sit..! As the bus started, slowly I slipped into a dreamy sleep as the Bus made its way up the Himalayas..!

To Be Continued.....................

That Unforgettable Night : Part 2

Continued from here

The girl stared at me, her eyes still expressionless but even the bold eye makeup could not hide all the years of torture she had undergone. Saurav asked the girl if she was comfortable sitting here for an hour or so, the girl just nodded her head and said I am ok with any place. I could sense some discomfort in Vinay’s eyes as he looked at the girl. Saurav bought some blankets from downstairs to help us keep warm from the freezing cold breeze. And then he asked us if any of us were hungry to which we all nodded a NO.

The girl sat next to me and then Saurav started in Hindi, “Let me make my intentions clear, As I told you guys earlier I want to make a documentary on ‘Prostitution In India’ for my Youtube channel and therefore I bought her here to talk to her and get more understanding about these things. Being born in big cities we all live a luxury life never aware of the harsh realities happening around us. When I was in my final year graduation I had a friend, he was from a village in Bihar. In one of the open mic story sessions he told an incident which happened to a girl in his village. Only then the harsh reality of Sex slavery in India dawned upon me, you just even cannot imagine the pain of those thousands of unfortunate girls who are forced to enter this trade. Then I decided I want to research more on this, write a research paper, make a documentary and let people around know these harsh realities. We all are so busily held up in our rat races to make our lives comfortable that we don’t even understand that the person next to us is suffering. Yes we all have become so selfish, we have lost our humanity”.

Saurav was unstoppable, he was trying to put out his frustration. He became emotional. Yes he is absolutely right, we are so busy in minting money that we all have lost our human senses and sometimes unaware of the things around us. I told Saurav, “I am really unaware of the Sex Slavery trade happening at this scale, when it comes to social issues we just talk about caste system, Poverty, Illiteracy, Dowry and Child labour. We do not hear much about honor killing, female feticide, Sex slavery, child abuse, etc. I am here with you today to support what you are doing” He gave a smile and said Thank you, we looked at Vinay, he said “I am also here to support you”
Infact Saurav had written few articles on this topic already and those were published in some popular newspapers and websites. The jolly going guy I met yesterday had another face too, I had never even thought that Saurav would be doing something of this high intensity. We had thought that he is like a regular corporate guy working to make money and travels during weekends for his passion and that’s all. We judge people so easily, there is always another side to them I thought to myself. I was very proud of Saurav at this moment. I made a mental note in my mind that I will also write this incident one day.

Saurav continued, “Now that all four of us are comfortable and know why we are here doing this, we will talk”. He looked at the girl and asked her name, to which she replied that her current name was “Raani”. All this while she was very quiet just listening to our conversation, now she started to open up, I could sense that her eyes becoming moist.

Saurav said, “Raani if you are comfortable enough You can share with us how you ended up here in this place, I will be writing this, so tell everything which you want people to read and get aware of”. She said, I had met a lady last year to whom I had narrated my story, she said she will write a book about it.” She continued, “I was born in a small village near Ananthpur into a very poor family, my father never wanted a girl child and he was very abusive and used to beat us every day, snatch money from my mother and drink all the time.  My mother used to work as a maid in one of the well-off families of our village, I use to go there with my mother.

Madam was kind enough to teach me English, I learnt a bit of English and used to do small little works and take care of madam’s child Manasa. Everytime I see Manasa I used to feel she was very lucky to have such a loving parents, her father used to drop her to school and get her chocolate every single day and play with her in the evenings. Fathers are considered to be their kid’s super hero right? But in my case it never happened, my father used to beat me up every single day. Sometimes he used to burn me with the beedis and beat me with bottles.

I was 13 years old then, One day as usual my father was beating me up and out of the blue a man walked in and started pushing my father to protect me. After some five minutes my father walked out. This man was Prakash, our neighbor’s relative. Every day from then he used to fight with my father for me and my mother, he used to be very nice to us. He used to say I am like your brother, I will help you with your future. I always wanted to be a singer, he had said he will help me achieve my dream. Once he asked me to go for a movie with him, I agreed and went without telling my mother. After the movie he gave me something to drink. When I woke up I was inside what felt like a truck. My eyes, hands, and feet tied, my mouth gagged. I remember bumping against the cold hard walls of a moving vehicle.

Yes I was tricked and kidnapped. Next when I got consciousness I was inside a dark room and I started screaming out for help. Two women came inside and beat me up and asked me to shut up. I was not given food for two days and the next day they both cleaned me and fed me food, they gave some nice clothes for me to wear. Next I was standing with ten other young girls all dressed up in nice shimmery clothes and make up. A huge man walked to up to us followed by two other men who were folding hands behind him. This huge man chose six girls from the line and I was one of them. He said something to those two ladies and he left. We six girls were taken to a bigger house, there was another huge man whom we all called master. We were trained to dress up, put on makeup, and dance. We were beaten up and denied of food if we opposed him. I was even trained to provide a number of services that my master made me practice with him, on him.

Every evening we used to dance in front of men in formal shirts and pants. And one day blood started coming from between my legs, then they told me I was a big woman now and I was shifted to another big house with a new madam and rock faced goons around. That evening I saw a girl being murdered in front of my eyes for repeatedly refusing to sleep with men. All the other girls were shown her dead body and were blackmailed to be killed if we did not obey the orders.

I was kept with another girl of my same age, we both tried escaping the next day and were beaten up with iron rods. Two days later, one lady helped me wear make-up and I was sent to a big bungalow. I was very scared when I saw three men in suit walk up to me with raging eyes. They forced themselves upon me. My Virginity was sold to these rich men. I was tortured, beaten up, burnt with cigarettes and was brutally raped for the next three days by these three respectable men of the society. I was then sent back, three days of torture needed a week of medical help. After which for two years every day I used to cry out of anguish, I underwent two abortions in those two years.

Hundreds of dark nights passed, in the dead of those nights my body was shredded into pieces by thousands of men but no one touched my soul. I had become like a robot. I dint feel anything, my scars were no more paining. I didn’t even have the will to stop or rebel. I was just taking orders. But Like all the abducted girls in the brothel I too had a fantasy that some fine day one man would come and would make love to my soul instead of my body. To my surprise that did happen. It was a rainy night and this guy entered my room. I asked him what he wanted to do for the night. He did not answer, he sat there staring at the wall.

I don’t know what connected us, he came back the next night as well. We spoke the whole night holding hands. He started coming every two days, I started falling for him. After a month we made love that night in the moon light. He taught me to dream, he taught me to live. While leaving in the morning he turned back and said, “You still have a whole life in front of you, waiting to be lived” and he went down on his knees and proposed. He said I will accept you as you are, we will go away from here and start a new life.

I was on cloud nine, it was a fantasy come true feeling. Little did I know that girls like me do not deserve a life.! I ran away with him after two days, he bought me to Jaipur, after two days he left me at his friend’s place and he never returned. I was cheated again. I was sold to a brothel again. I cried for days, waiting for him to come one day.!

She started crying at this point. I hugged her, tears rolled down my eyes. She was sobbing like a little kid. I could sense her pain, I felt so much shameful for not being able to reduce her pain. I gave her some water. She composed herself a bit and said, Its been ages since I hugged a girl. We do not have friends, we cannot go outside the shackles of these brothels. I am now used to this routine of mine but I always crave for that freedom which is everyone’s right.!”

Saurav asked, “Raani I am ready to help you, we will go to the police station. We can release the other girls also with the help of police.” Raani laughed loudly and said, “The police here are worse than the goons, they take money from these brothels.” And Yes I have accepted this as my fate, I will not trust any other human in my life she said and walked away.!

Girls as young as seven are trafficked and forced into Sex slavery, they are beaten up, they are kept in cages, some die, and some let their dreams die. WE might have evolved into best animals on the earth, but WILD is still our NATURE..!!

That Unforgettable Night : Part 1

It was a moonless dull sky, and our moods were as gloomy as the weather outside. The clock showed 2140 hours. Roshan was busy with his office work and Riya was tired and wanted to sleep early. Me and Vinay decided to go out to eat ice cream🍦 which would atleast make our moods right. Vinay said we will call up Saurav and ask if he would want to join us for Ice cream. Saurav was already on his way to our place as he was bored too, he said he was the only one staying in his backpacker’s hostel for the night and didn’t had any company.

We stepped out of the house and the chill of the night hit us, the weather was pretty cold and gloomy. We met Saurav around the end of the road. Our plan was to find out some good Ice cream place and chill out there for a while and return back. 😊

Oh yes, I did not tell you about the people I have mentioned above. Let me give you some background. Three years back, on 2nd December I met Vinay for the first time through a common friend of mine. He is an avid traveler, a fitness freak and he was talking about his travel plan to Rajasthan which he had planned for the second week of December.😮 Hearing Rajasthan I could not sleep that night, the colorful streets and the vibrant culture of Rajasthan has always attracted me, tough I had been to Rajasthan twice before, I could not resist at the mention of that place. Next morning once I was in office, I walked up to my manager and asked for 7 days leave for the next week. With a bit of difficulty I managed to get the leaves approved. I asked myself, Chaitra you want to go to Rajasthan and you have only 8k savings and what about your Ladakh plan? I answered myself, for now Rajasthan, I will save for Ladakh next year..!

I took Vinay’s number from my friend and texted him to ask if I can join him for the trip. He had planned the trip with his girlfriend and his best friend, he happily told yes you can join. He added me to the whatsapp group “Hum Rajasthan Chale” immediately. Their plan was simple, Flight to Delhi – Stay at their friend’s place for a day – Jaipur for 4 days (stay at Vinay’s friend’s place) – Then decide what to do further. I had some Yatra credits which was sufficient for my flight to Delhi, which I booked instantly. And there I was ready for my next trip..!😄

Fast forward one week, me and Vinay are in Jaipur. Vinay’s both friends dropped out due to some personal emergencies. We stayed at Vinay’s friend Roshan’s house. Roshan was working in Jaipur. He stayed with his sister Riya.

First day in Jaipur, I and Vinay were sitting near Jal Mahal, a guy walked to me and asked me to take a picture of him. That’s how we met Saurav. He was a solo traveler crunching numbers and pivot tables during weekdays for money and travelling during weekends for his soul.

Now that you know all the characters we will return to our moonless night. Saurav joined us for ice cream that night, and we were walking on the empty streets. To brighten up our moods, Saurav said we will run a race till the corner of the road (that road was a pretty long stretch, around half a kilometer there the road ends) the loser will be sponsoring ice cream for everyone tonight. I said don’t count me in, am in no mood to run. He said me and Vinay will run (Poor guy 😛 he did not know that Vinay was a marathon runner) they both ran with all the enthusiasm for a free Ice cream, I would anyways get free Ice cream without any efforts.

I was walking in the cool breeze enjoying the solitude, the road end was visible and I could see Saurav and Vinay surrounded by three girls. I paced up my speed. As I approached them two girls walked away, Saurav was talking to the other girl. Vinay started walking towards me. The girl seemed to be in her twenties and she was very pretty all dressed up, looked like she was going for some party.

But my guess was completely wrong. As Vinay walked towards me I could see some tension in his face, what he said next left me blank for a moment. Vinay said, “You know what, she is a prostitute and Saurav wants to talk to her for some time. We both will go, let him stay back here and do whatever he wants to do” I had never seen something like this, I took a minute to sink in the situation. I said Vinay, yeah we will go back. Saurav called out at us and came running leaving the girl there.

Sometimes Travel leaves you in the most unlikely of places, makes you experience some hard realities of life which you would not even have imagined that it existed in the first place. The same thing happened with me here, I was of an opinion that such things happen only in movies, that is not reality but a fiction.

Saurav said I am planning to take a documentary for my Youtube channel about prostitution in India and this is a good opportunity for me to talk to her and understand things better. I want you both to accompany me. I looked at the girl, her eyes were expressionless. I could not comprehend anything at that moment. Vinay asked me if I was ok going with them, if not we will go back he said. I said a half-hearted Yes as I did not want to stop Saurav. I dint even know how this would turn out.
I understood that those at the brothels were in invisible shackles. Their movements were restricted. There were eyes following them wherever the girls went. They were not allowed to go out into the city or mingle with outsiders. The goons controlling the area ensured total isolation of their business assets from the society. Most of the times they would get customers coming by themselves, they are very rarely sent to stand on the roads looking for customers. This was one such day they were sent on roads.

What I experienced next is a heart wrenching reality that happened in the life of this teenage girl that left me in tears. This left me disturbed for days to come. As I narrate this incident I could still feel the pain of that unfortunate girl.😢

There, I and Vinay sat on the roof, the cold breeze made our bodies shiver. My mobile vibrated, it was Saurav, and he had bought the girl with him. My mind was still in a Trans trying to comprehend what we are doing. It was 2250 hours.

To be continued..........!!